Threats of Love / The Manipulation of Infatuation.

It's slowly starting to creep in. The old wisps of black smoke, curling in and around me; such a seductive ghost. She holds my attention till she can crawl into my nostrils and flood my bloodstream, blot out my vision and show me what she wants me to see clearly. Oh darling, where have you been. I want to ravage her -- hand me the knife; to tear you apart and weep passionately for months. This old smoke, this old dragon, you old flame. My curling mouth says she's getting in, my quickening breath is almost a pant. I remember, I remember. Who is she? One who doesn't exist. Did she ever exist - but for living eternally? This smoke, this seductress, this woman, this sorceress, divining lunacy. How many expressions will you impel? Grabbing hold at the base of my skull, shaking free exaltation like gushing bile? Oh but it's so sweet. Sickening me, infiltrating my veins, tearing up my insides; you push me till I bleed out art. My ribs are cracked from heaving mercilessly, she loves hating the power she has inside me.

I'm only in your memory, and if you try and blot me out, even if you succeed -- I will always remember.

I met a young woman whose body was burning.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? / And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'/ I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' / I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' / Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley / And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard / And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

-B. Dylan

Maybe I'm not Listening.

My Master, my Slave.

My fear wards over me, threatening me with a lifetime of regrets and unhappiness if I do not live in my dreams--which is to say, even in pursuit of them. This life is my slave till it takes from me all it gives.

"Bad! Bad! What? Is he not going - backwards?' - Yes! But you ill understand him if you complain about it. He goes backwards as everyone goes backwards who wants to take a big jump"

- Nietzsche, Beyond Good & Evil

The Mad Ones

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"Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."

- Steve Jobs